|| one’s own ||
Like fallen seasons
dreams collapse
in corners of eyes
in solitary foreign exile
In the heat of the sun
dreams flare up
life creating vision anew
like foreign friends
Alone, in a foreign land
memory comes
frightened thoughts, darkness running, even from the moon
Alone the whole full-moon-night
like a deeper meaning
of the word: downcast
Wishes keep one searching for new leaves
From which new hope can be born
A blue-print for life to approach Life
|| one’s own ||